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Man In My City
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Cash Kidd
Featuring(s) : Doughboy Clay
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(Damazin Beats) (Ayy, yo, Cash, I think we got one) [Doughboy Clay] He swear he the man in my city, but he ain't got shit I be ridin' around with them drugs, a couple chopsticks Couple kids with me, my nigga, and they adopted They don't speak to strangers, my nigga, they be on nonsense They'll come and take your candy, they like to drop shit We don't dance unless we made hella profit Or water whippin' over the stove and watch it lockin' You know you usin' A-1 yola, the fiends knockin' He hungry, but he scared to hit the road, pull up your stockings Big B, we got a spot on West V and that bitch rockin' You ain't the man in my city, you ain't made a hundred thousand In order to have the streets, you need them real nigga vouchers I'm the man in my city, I'm the man in my city Man in my city, I'm the man in my city [Cash Kidd] Ayy, Sprinter van full of tools Banana clip on that Draco, bitch look like half of the moon Your bust' fake, them bitches plastic and fu' Our shit super white with black on the other side like Family Feud Scrappin' with who? I'll leave his top flat like a stool Ayy, I was bored I just punched a Moncler jacket in June Man, I'll pop out with that mopstick like the janitor do And dip before 12 get there like I ain't graduate school Straps in the pool If the boys raid this mansion, we through Blood on the firearm, like I peeled the scab off a wound Shoot up your BM crib 'til she get her taxes and move Like a parent, I'm whackin' you soon for actin' a fool, I promise I'm not with the back and forth, we all action They must've pressed caps lock, they all cappin' Dodgin' raid vans with the pocket rocket, Lamar Jackson Can't wait to run into you dummies like football practice Lot of fraud action, I start hackin', card crackin' I like March Madness, I ball hard, my dawgs trappin' Just sent a hit, my nigga blitzed, this All-Madden I start taggin' shit everywhere like I'm yard sale-in' Hard-headed, you a bitch ass nigga like a crossdresser Started rappin', they was all clappin', but now they all jealous Damn, I can't even trust my main bitch The shit I seen, she probably out here on that same shit Lane switch, I'ma cruise in my own lane Just pulled up on your bitch, got my soul drained All blue hundreds, don't ask me for no change Step out of line, a ratchet poppin' like the soul train Before fame, Marc, you promised me you won't change I'm tryna prosper, they want me stuck in my old ways Yeah, they was hatin' on me when I ain't have no pape' That's why I keep that strap on my waist like I got no shape I'm the man in my city, I'm the man in my city (Damazin Beats) Man in my city, I'm the man in my city
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